As I navigate the intricate dance of our daily life, I have become my husband's arms and legs, a role I never anticipated but have embraced with a heart full of love. ALS has woven itself into the fabric of our existence, casting shadows but also revealing unexpected light. Each morning, as the sun spills through our window, I am reminded of the delicate balance between challenge and grace that defines our journey.

There are moments when the weight of this responsibility feels almost unbearable, when exhaustion tugs at my spirit and the world feels impossibly heavy. Yet, in the midst of these trials, I discover a profound sense of purpose. Being his support, his mobility, his link to the world, is an act of love that transcends the mundane. It is humbling to witness his resilience, to share in his silent strength, and to find joy in the simple victories we achieve together.

Our life, though altered, is not diminished. It is enriched by the depth of our connection, the unspoken understanding that passes between us. Each task I perform, no matter how small, is a testament to our bond, a quiet declaration of my devotion. There is a beauty in this selflessness, a quiet power in knowing that my hands and feet are his, that my presence is his solace.

In the end, the challenges we face serve to illuminate the resilience of the human spirit and the boundless potential of love. We are more than the sum of our hardships; we are a testament to the enduring strength found in unity and care. And so, I continue to walk this path, with gratitude for the lessons learned and the deep, abiding love that sustains us both.

Rocky&Cloie💙